Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nirvana to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.